Chapter 156

Elijah walked to the middle of the crowd. Coolly, he said, "I plan to buy this painting and gift it to my wife… Ms. Ariana York." He looked toward me and continued, "I hope to get her forgiveness. I've made many mistakes and taken much of her love for granted. Right now… I'd like to ask for her forgiveness." Immediately, all hell broke loose in the auction room. Through the crowd, I stared quietly at Elijah, who had just rushed here. His face was pale, and he did not look too good. He looked completely different from that energetic, self-confident, and conceited man whom I met after I lost my memories. Because he rushed here, the suit he was wearing had become crumpled. His hair was also in a mess. It looked like he had not styled it with any hair gel. He stared fixedly at me, as if he had tuned out all the chatter that was happening around him. I tried to speak but ended up avoiding that fiery gaze of his. Jonathan stepped in front of me. He glared angrily at Elijah. "You